ster.However, he wanted to say more: I like it.Lin Meixin casually threw the scarf onto the nearby coat rack. Then she went up and took down a scarf, tilted her head to take a look, and then turned he...The first time Bodhisattva saw Duan Xiangning, he was immediately captivated by her mature and sexy charm as a beautiful woman. He had a little infatuation with her.

If she were in Beijiu, the bodhisattva who had no grievances with her, would only persuade her to cherish life and enjoy the beautiful life that belonged to her after stopping her from committing suicide by cutting her wrists.

If Can Duan Xianting were here, then even though Bodhisattva Man would feel pity for her death in her heart, she could only let her die.

Best of all, death has some value.

Don't die here.

Duan Xiangning died here, Li Nanfang couldn't see her.

Bo's desire was for Duan Xiangning to die in front of Li Nanshan — that way, the already amnesiac Li Nanshan would surely suffer a greater shock.

By the time she makes her next move against him, it will be much easier.

Looking at Duan Xiangning, who walked alone towards the east like a solitary piece of tenderloin, Bosatu Man reached out and gently removed her veil, winking seductively and shaking her head.

Although her name contains the two characters "Bodhisattva," her abilities are worlds apart from a true Bodhisattva. She is absolutely not someone who can simply wave a willow branch and save a suffering person. She can only change Duan Xiangning's way of dying.

In many religions, it is believed that people who commit suicide will go to hell after death.

Just as Bodhisattva Man thought.

Then, to allow Duan Xiangning to die at the hands of others, and even to see her beloved man before she died, this is definitely considered great compassion from Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva sat slowly on the stone where Duan Xiangning had just been sitting, lowering her head to look at the river flowing westward rapidly, murmuring to herself: "Demon, if you could die as easily as that Duan Lingxing, drowning in the water, how good would that be"

The location of Tianzhu Men is also a water town in India.

As the boss of Tianzhu Gate, Bodhisattva Ma was naturally adept at water warfare, having grown up in that kind of environment. She could tell from the seemingly calm surface of the Canglong River just how treacherous the waters below were.

Both Bodhisattva and Duan Xiangning didn't think that Duan Xing could survive after jumping down.

They were all wrong.

Duan Xing was still alive.

Before Duan Lingxing slowly woke up from the darkness he had been unconscious in for who knows how long, he had already been able to breathe freely for a long time.

The air was thick with the musty smell unique to deep underground caverns.

There is also a sickening fishy smell.

The distinctive musty smell is the breath of moss alone.

Moss, it truly has a tenacious life force. It doesn't need sunlight or fertile soil to thrive; it simply grows freely on damp stones.

Where am I

Hell

After Duan opened her eyes, her brain quickly started to work, recalling everything that had happened before she fell unconscious.

She felt sure she had come to hell.

A stench so foul, darkness stretching endlessly, a bone-chilling cold, and even faint growls—likely the roars of malevolent spirits coming from their throats. You couldn't hear them with your ears, but you could feel them clearly.

Just like all girls her age, Duan Lingxing had a strong curiosity about strange, mysterious, and creepy legends. She even looked up information about them online.

There are things like the twin fish jade pendant device in Lop Nur that can clone people, and there's a well in the Forbidden City where water only appears when the moon rises, but looking down into it, you see a stranger's reflection instead of your own.

This includes, of course, the eighteen layers of hell as told in folk tales.

Each layer of hell has different punishments, awaiting those who are condemned to suffer there.

There are hells of being pulled out by the tongue, ones with mountains of blades, and others where hearts are ripped out or muscles are torn. The possibilities are endless.

Then, is Duan Xing now suffering in that hell

Why is she coming to hell

She was only in her early twenties, and she didn't seem to have ever done anything wrong. Wasn't heaven supposed to be for good people Shouldn't she be with the celestial maidens like Chang'e, riding on clouds across the sky every day

Why are you sending me to hell

I hadn't done anything—just a few scattered thoughts. As I thought about it, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She has done things she's ashamed of.

When she was alive, she once took the opportunity to lead her brother-in-law to Sister Xiangning's room for a rest. When he fell asleep on the sofa, she inexplicably blew on him with her mouth.

It's not a big deal to blow men using your mouth.

This way of expressing love has become the mainstream trend for young people in love in the new era. If you don't even know how to do this, your whole life will be a waste.

If you're going to flatter men, and they end up being sent to hell, then how many times bigger would hell have to be

Remember, there are hundreds of millions of young people in China alone who are doing this.

The key is, other girls' flattery, at most it's just enjoyment, but Duan Xing is different.

She's flattering her brother-in-law.

Sexual indulgence.

Those who commit sexual misconduct will also go to hell.

Those who commit adultery and are punished in hell, will be thrown into which layer of hell

What kind of punishment will they suffer

When Duan thought of this, he could no longer control the fear in his heart. He instinctively curled up his body, burying his head in his chest, holding his knees with both hands, and tremblingly asked: “This... This is which layer of hell”

When she asked the question, she didn't expect anyone to answer her.

She blurted it out because she was truly unable to control the fear in her heart. She had to say something, anything, to ease the tension that was gripping her nerves.

But her voice had scarcely fallen when a low, rustling sound came from the nearby darkness: “This is the Hell of Tongues.”

Someone, no, there's a ghost around!

After the sound came, Duan Lingxing felt as if a giant hammer had struck his head. His vision blurred with stars and his head buzzed loudly.

She was even more terrified and whispered, "Why...why did you hit me into the Hell of Tongue Removal"

The ghost seemed strangely discomposed, remaining silent for a moment before letting out a cold, chilling laugh. In a hushed voice, he asked, “From the tone of your words, it seems you know the nature of Hell's Tongue.”

"I, I know."

The rustling sound coming from the darkness proved that the ghoul was approaching Duan Lingxing. Her first reaction was to run, but in hell, on a ghoul's territory, where could she possibly go

"Then tell me, who are those who are sent to the hell of tongue-pulling And what punishments will you soon suffer"

When the ghost said the word "still," Duan Lingxing felt a cold, slimy hand, smelling faintly of blood, slowly stroking her face.

Like a snake.

Still that kind of snake, peeled but still alive.

As terrible as it is, it is that terrible. As disgusting as it is, it is that disgusting.

Dan Zero couldn't stand it.

She wanted to hide.

Despite being able to move, I had no strength left in my body.

She didn't know it was because she was frightened out of her wits, thinking that a ghost had used some kind of magic to drain all her strength.

All she could do was let the fleshless hand travel from her face down, across her mouth, jaw, neck, collarbone, and finally settle on the small mound burgeoning on her right breast.

This ghost, he must be a lecher.

If you're not a pervert, how could you be interested in Duan Xing And pinching—it hurts.

Těngdìduàn língxī rěn bù zhǐ fā chū yī shēng tòngkǔ de bí n.

The ghost's claw immediately retracted, followed by a dry cough.

It's possible that Duan's ears were malfunctioning, for he could actually hear a hint of sarcasm in the ghost's hacking cough: "Cough, well then, you don't want to answer my question"

This means that if Duan Xing doesn't hurry and answer his question, he will continue to pinch him.

Although he had already become a ghost and been sent to hell, where he awaited various punishments, Duan Lingxing couldn't escape the grip of fear. He still hated being pinched by ghostly hands, so he stammered nervously, "I... I'll tell you."

According to Duan Zero's online research, the eighteen layers of hell are not all the same.

However, the description of the hell of being tongue-pulled out is only one kind.

All living beings who sow discord, slander and harm others, use smooth tongues to deceive with eloquent words and lies, will be cast into the hell of having their tongues pulled out after death.

The little devil would pry open a person's mouth and clamp their tongue with iron pliers. Instead of pulling it out at once, she would drag and yank it slowly until the victim was tortured beyond description. Only then would they be sent to hellish realms like the Knife Hell or Iron Tree Hell to continue her joyful journey through torment.

Thinking about what lay ahead, with all the rumored torments, Duan Lingxing grew increasingly terrified. Finally, unable to control his fear, he broke down and wept softly.

That ghostly hand suddenly covered her mouth.

It was so cold, slimy, with a sickening smell of moss.

Duàn's instincts surged, and he wanted to struggle. In the darkness, the devil whispered in his ear, its voice slightly strained, "Don't make a sound!"

What does it mean

After standing there for a while, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from far away, from the darker parts of the place.

The smell of blood in the darkness suddenly intensified.

This is something terrible, coming from afar to here.

But that's not the point.

The key point is, this ghost who covered Duan Ling's mouth with his hand and whispered in her ear, not only instructed her to keep quiet, but also seemed very afraid—the voice, it sounded familiar.

When the apparition rasped out those three words, its voice was no longer a mere whisper. It sounded like a human speaking.

Someone very familiar.

Li Nanshan.

Suddenly, Duan Lingxing thought of this name.

She didn't know where she found the strength, but she tilted her head back and broke free from the hand that held her. As soon as she tried to sit up, she was caught in a pair of cold arms.

The ghost didn't have time to cover his mouth, he could only tightly hold her head against his chest, pressing her whole face against him until her nose was almost flattened. She couldn't utter a single word.

"Look out, something's coming."

The specter whispered again in Zero's ear, giving him a light admonition.

Li Nanfang!

Duàn Línxīng finally confirmed that this ghost was Li Nánfāng.

No!

He wasn't a ghost.

A malevolent spirit has no heart.

Even if there were, a ghost's heart wouldn't beat.

He jumps so powerfully.

"原來他是姐夫，根本不是厲鬼."

His hands were icy cold and slippery because he had been in the water for too long, his hands covered with algae.

Darn it.

Darn it!

My brother-in-law is so mean, he pretended to be a ghost to scare me.

"Still pinch me—"

Duan's IQ, which was never higher than at this moment, instantly understood everything.

Since Li Nanfang was not a ghost and his heart was beating powerfully, it proved that he was alive.

He's not dead yet, why does Miss Duan Si want to die again

Miss Duan Si wasn't dead, she had only fainted after hitting a rock underwater and was rescued by her brother-in-law who jumped in afterwards.

As for how he, under such extreme and harsh conditions, in that darkness underwater where whirlpools were churning, displayed his prowess and saved his sister-in-law from this ghostly place... does it really matter

Of course!

It doesn't matter.

Importantly, Duan Si Miss, who was thought to be dead, is alive.

More importantly, my brother-in-law pretended to be a ghost and pinched her.

This hooligan!

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